All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they willgrow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was twoyears old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flowerand ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked ratherdelightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried,"Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all thatpassed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that